26.04.10 Walt: Write descriptively creating vivid picture “Tree, Tree,” the swan lifted his neck. “Please stop covering the waters with leaves, we cannot wash our feathers.” The tree swished from side to side, shaking off his morning dew. “I cannot do that.” “But it’s hard for us to get clean!” said the swan. “Get off my back about the leaves will you?” the tree said, “I cannot help you.”
Nine months later there was a drought. “Tree, tree,” the swan gasped, “please bring our water back.” “I cannot do that,” the tree said. “What!” the swan was furious. “But we will die!” The tree said, “what do you suppose I should do? Ask the sea god?” “Pah!,” the swan spat, “you’re no use.” A reddish, copper leaf broke free from the tree and circled down towards the swan. It landed on his beak. It felt as light as a feather, it was the perfect leaf. “ I too will die without water,” said the tree, “I am not complaining.”
By Bella
Term two
Descriptive Writing
This term we did some descriptive writing, using similes and metaphors. We had to base our piece of writing around this picture of a hawk. I did my writing about the hawk who is a vegetarian. Well, turns into one. :)
Term three
Exposition writing
This term we did some exposition writing. Miss Stevens found a website where you can make cartoons and have speech bubbles to go with it. It is called Creaza and it's an awesome website. On creaza, our class chose the fairy tale, little red riding hood, and you had to explain why thought the big bad wolf was guilty, or not guilty. I said the big bad wolf wasn't guilty and I said why. Here is the cartoon. Hope you like it.
We have been doing myths, legends and fables for some of our writing in term 3. For this piece of writing we had to choose a myth or legend for the internet, and write it in your own words. I choose a myth. Here is mine.
Why the Zebra has stripes
Once upon a time, there lived two bizarre Zebras. They were Mr and Mrs Zebra, and were going for a tea party with all their other jungle friends. They simply could not decide what to dress like; they wanted to look special, but in a different kind of way.
After a lot of commotion, Mr Zebra did something bold, and painted the front of himself green, like a lizard. Mrs Zebra painted herself tan, like a lion. You see, it was easy to paint yourself back then, because Zebra’s were fully white.
They both didn’t like the way they looked. So after a huge discussion, they decided to have black as their colour.
Both Mr and Mrs Zebra were very excited this time. Mr Zebra painted the front of himself black, and Mrs Zebra painted the back part of herself black. They were quite pleased with their work, but they both agreed they didn’t look stunning as they hoped. They studied themselves, and a lightbulb clicked in their heads. Stripes! They each painted themselves in stripes, and went to the tea party later that night.
Everyone at the party loved their new creation of an outfit!
Both Mr and Mrs Zebra were very bashful of their work. Everyone gave them compliments, well done’s, and goodness me’s! Even the mighty King of the Jungle, Mr Lion, thought their outfit was very creative indeed.
Mr and Mrs Zebra were having so much fun, that they didn’t realise the party was coming to an end. They went home, and their stripes stayed well into morning. Soon, all the Zebra’s around the world were doing it too. They felt very proud.
After a while, Mr and Mrs Zebra were utterly sick of their stripes. When they tried to wash it off, the paint had sunk well beyond their fur, it wouldn’t budge! Soon all the Zebra’s in the world got tired of their stripes, but wouldn’t come off either!
So now you know why Zebra’s have stripes. Thank you for reading, Mr and Mrs Stripes would be thankful.
The end
By Bella G
Decriptive writing
Here is a piece of descriptive writing I did. We only got about 30 minutes to do it!
The Shaggy Grey Cat And I
There once was a normal, wealthy man who lived in a small little cottage, at the end of west street. The man did not have anybody, except a shaggy grey cat that slept in a basket at his door step. It was a chilly September day, and when he opened his door, the breeze slapped his face like jumping into a cold lake. He then, felt the self pity of being utterly lonely. The man’s face creased miserably, he never felt he needed anyone except his cat, until today. The man pulled on his coat then went on a brisk walk into town, his heart still pulling him down, making his eyes go a blue, sliver, grey, tears stung his eyes. The moment he went into his usual coffee shop, his whole life changed, in a click of a finger...He met Lucy.
It was now January, the man felt jolly and his heart felt warm and snug, he was meeting Lucy today, and he had the perfect flower. It suited her. The flower was a bright orange, just like her flaming orange hair. The flower was small and delicate, just like her...He held it in his two hands, ‘this is what I’ll do’ he thought, ‘when I propose.’ The man made his way down her gravel road, still holding the flower in his two hands, quivering a little with fear and anxiousness. He knocked on the door, no answer. The man knocked louder this time - Still nothing. The man pushed the door open and wandered to the kitchen table. A note was there, which said.
John....I have to leave...I wish I could tell you why but I can’t... Love Lucy.
He scanned the letter, reading it over and over, wishing there was some mistake. The man collapsed on the chair, and started picking the petals off the flower, feeling shaky and scared. Maybe I wasn’t meant to have anyone, he thought as the feeling in his stomach went lower. Love me not, the petal replied to him. The man left the skinny green stalk on the table, and wandered out the door, returning to his usual life, with his shaggy grey cat that slept in the basket by the door.
The end
1080 poison
In term 3, one of the things we did was expostion writing. We had
Should 1080 poison be banned?
WALT: Write an exposition showing one side of the story.
Should we keep our native birds? Or our clean rivers? Most people would want both. I believe, that 1080 poison is a horrible, reckless, unwanted thing, that is being a threat to too many things. It kills more than it saves, and is interfering more than it should do. I am informing you, reasons why it was a terrible mistake to bring 1080 poison into our country.
Firstly, New Zealand is known around the world for it’s beautiful native birds that sing so prettily . But there is also our rivers, which makes New Zealand clean and green. So I admit it’s quite a hard decision to keep the poison, or ban it. But if you think deeper - 1080 poison kills much more than it saves. If we keep the poison, it will destroy our rivers, poison our native bush, put our family pets in danger, life stock, and most likely the fish too, and if the fish have all suddenly got poisoned; how will people be able to eat fish? That would be a big disturbance too. So really...1080 poison is killing more than it’s saving, don’t you agree?
Secondly, most people like to think that New Zealand’s a very eco friendly country. But believe it or not, 1080 poison is banned in almost every country in the world other than New Zealand and Australia. And isn’t New Zealand known to be beautiful, clean and green? But how are we all those things, when we are destroying everything that makes New Zealand special? And if you think deeper into the situation, what is stopping those treasured native birds from getting poisoned? Some of those Beautiful birds will dye-and inch by inch the population would be getting lower.
My third reason is, seeing how the poison is getting in the rivers, it is getting in our drinking water. And if Humans have the same effect as the animals do, what would happen then? Did people even consider that poison is poison? And it will do it’s job anywhere on anything? Including the environment, which I think, we really shouldn’t be putting in risk, just as much as all the other things I’ve mentioned.
My last statement is, 1080 poison is a very cruel way of dying. It’s not as though their lives are over in the click of a finger, it drags on so the creatures have to suffer. Hours, even months! It can take for the bodies of the animals to break down completely. They shake and vomit, scream with violent seizures, crash into trees, I can’t even bear to continue talking about it. It is horrific death that takes hours or more for the pain to be over. Of course all New Zealanders want the end of all the Possums and rats, but I think there should be a less severe way of killing them. Even if they are predators, they are still animals and can’t help their instincts.
So, what do you think about 1080 poison now? Don’t you agree that 1080 poison is interfering more than it should do? And that it kills more animals than it saves? I certainly do.
By Bella
This term we did quite a bit of poetry for our writing. One of the types of Poetry we did was Haiku poems. With 5, 7, 5 words, in 3 lines. Here is my Haiku poem. We also did a web quest on Haiku poetry, but I will show you my poem, It is about a Geisha.
Diamante poems was another form of Poetry we worked on. We wrote it on a website, and printed it out. Here is my poem.
The Ungrateful Swan
Term one
26.04.10
Walt: Write descriptively creating vivid picture
“Tree, Tree,” the swan lifted his neck.
“Please stop covering the waters with leaves, we cannot wash our feathers.”
The tree swished from side to side, shaking off his morning dew.
“I cannot do that.”
“But it’s hard for us to get clean!” said the swan.
“Get off my back about the leaves will you?” the tree said, “I cannot help you.”
Nine months later there was a drought.
“Tree, tree,” the swan gasped, “please bring our water back.”
“I cannot do that,” the tree said.
“What!” the swan was furious. “But we will die!”
The tree said, “what do you suppose I should do? Ask the sea god?”
“Pah!,” the swan spat, “you’re no use.”
A reddish, copper leaf broke free from the tree and circled down towards the swan. It landed on his beak. It felt as light as a feather, it was the perfect leaf.
“ I too will die without water,” said the tree, “I am not complaining.”
By Bella
Term two
Descriptive Writing
This term we did some descriptive writing, using similes and metaphors. We had to base our piece of writing around this picture of a hawk. I did my writing about the hawk who is a vegetarian. Well, turns into one. :)
Term three
Exposition writing
This term we did some exposition writing. Miss Stevens found a website where you can make cartoons and have speech bubbles to go with it. It is called Creaza and it's an awesome website. On creaza, our class chose the fairy tale, little red riding hood, and you had to explain why thought the big bad wolf was guilty, or not guilty. I said the big bad wolf wasn't guilty and I said why. Here is the cartoon. Hope you like it.
We have been doing myths, legends and fables for some of our writing in term 3. For this piece of writing we had to choose a myth or legend for the internet, and write it in your own words. I choose a myth. Here is mine.
Why the Zebra has stripes
Once upon a time, there lived two bizarre Zebras. They were Mr and Mrs Zebra, and were going for a tea party with all their other jungle friends. They simply could not decide what to dress like; they wanted to look special, but in a different kind of way.
After a lot of commotion, Mr Zebra did something bold, and painted the front of himself green, like a lizard. Mrs Zebra painted herself tan, like a lion. You see, it was easy to paint yourself back then, because Zebra’s were fully white.
They both didn’t like the way they looked. So after a huge discussion, they decided to have black as their colour.
Both Mr and Mrs Zebra were very excited this time. Mr Zebra painted the front of himself black, and Mrs Zebra painted the back part of herself black. They were quite pleased with their work, but they both agreed they didn’t look stunning as they hoped. They studied themselves, and a lightbulb clicked in their heads. Stripes! They each painted themselves in stripes, and went to the tea party later that night.
Everyone at the party loved their new creation of an outfit!
Both Mr and Mrs Zebra were very bashful of their work. Everyone gave them compliments, well done’s, and goodness me’s! Even the mighty King of the Jungle, Mr Lion, thought their outfit was very creative indeed.
Mr and Mrs Zebra were having so much fun, that they didn’t realise the party was coming to an end. They went home, and their stripes stayed well into morning. Soon, all the Zebra’s around the world were doing it too. They felt very proud.
After a while, Mr and Mrs Zebra were utterly sick of their stripes. When they tried to wash it off, the paint had sunk well beyond their fur, it wouldn’t budge! Soon all the Zebra’s in the world got tired of their stripes, but wouldn’t come off either!
So now you know why Zebra’s have stripes. Thank you for reading, Mr and Mrs Stripes would be thankful.
The end
By Bella G
Decriptive writing
Here is a piece of descriptive writing I did. We only got about 30 minutes to do it!
The Shaggy Grey Cat And I
There once was a normal, wealthy man who lived in a small little cottage, at the end of west street. The man did not have anybody, except a shaggy grey cat that slept in a basket at his door step. It was a chilly September day, and when he opened his door, the breeze slapped his face like jumping into a cold lake. He then, felt the self pity of being utterly lonely. The man’s face creased miserably, he never felt he needed anyone except his cat, until today. The man pulled on his coat then went on a brisk walk into town, his heart still pulling him down, making his eyes go a blue, sliver, grey, tears stung his eyes. The moment he went into his usual coffee shop, his whole life changed, in a click of a finger...He met Lucy.
It was now January, the man felt jolly and his heart felt warm and snug, he was meeting Lucy today, and he had the perfect flower. It suited her. The flower was a bright orange, just like her flaming orange hair. The flower was small and delicate, just like her...He held it in his two hands, ‘this is what I’ll do’ he thought, ‘when I propose.’ The man made his way down her gravel road, still holding the flower in his two hands, quivering a little with fear and anxiousness. He knocked on the door, no answer. The man knocked louder this time - Still nothing. The man pushed the door open and wandered to the kitchen table. A note was there, which said.
John....I have to leave...I wish I could tell you why but I can’t... Love Lucy.
He scanned the letter, reading it over and over, wishing there was some mistake. The man collapsed on the chair, and started picking the petals off the flower, feeling shaky and scared. Maybe I wasn’t meant to have anyone, he thought as the feeling in his stomach went lower. Love me not, the petal replied to him. The man left the skinny green stalk on the table, and wandered out the door, returning to his usual life, with his shaggy grey cat that slept in the basket by the door.
The end
1080 poison
In term 3, one of the things we did was expostion writing. We had
Should 1080 poison be banned?
WALT: Write an exposition showing one side of the story.
Should we keep our native birds? Or our clean rivers? Most people would want both. I believe, that 1080 poison is a horrible, reckless, unwanted thing, that is being a threat to too many things. It kills more than it saves, and is interfering more than it should do. I am informing you, reasons why it was a terrible mistake to bring 1080 poison into our country.
Firstly, New Zealand is known around the world for it’s beautiful native birds that sing so prettily . But there is also our rivers, which makes New Zealand clean and green. So I admit it’s quite a hard decision to keep the poison, or ban it. But if you think deeper - 1080 poison kills much more than it saves. If we keep the poison, it will destroy our rivers, poison our native bush, put our family pets in danger, life stock, and most likely the fish too, and if the fish have all suddenly got poisoned; how will people be able to eat fish? That would be a big disturbance too. So really...1080 poison is killing more than it’s saving, don’t you agree?
Secondly, most people like to think that New Zealand’s a very eco friendly country. But believe it or not, 1080 poison is banned in almost every country in the world other than New Zealand and Australia. And isn’t New Zealand known to be beautiful, clean and green? But how are we all those things, when we are destroying everything that makes New Zealand special? And if you think deeper into the situation, what is stopping those treasured native birds from getting poisoned? Some of those Beautiful birds will dye-and inch by inch the population would be getting lower.
My third reason is, seeing how the poison is getting in the rivers, it is getting in our drinking water. And if Humans have the same effect as the animals do, what would happen then? Did people even consider that poison is poison? And it will do it’s job anywhere on anything? Including the environment, which I think, we really shouldn’t be putting in risk, just as much as all the other things I’ve mentioned.
My last statement is, 1080 poison is a very cruel way of dying. It’s not as though their lives are over in the click of a finger, it drags on so the creatures have to suffer. Hours, even months! It can take for the bodies of the animals to break down completely. They shake and vomit, scream with violent seizures, crash into trees, I can’t even bear to continue talking about it. It is horrific death that takes hours or more for the pain to be over. Of course all New Zealanders want the end of all the Possums and rats, but I think there should be a less severe way of killing them. Even if they are predators, they are still animals and can’t help their instincts.
So, what do you think about 1080 poison now? Don’t you agree that 1080 poison is interfering more than it should do? And that it kills more animals than it saves? I certainly do.
By Bella